no more was needed to inflame my balls
by God's balls - a pucelage!
go swipe some flowers with his pals
dazzling glory to be manifest
I envy, as a privilege, the suffering shame
the old gentleman was trembling
inside my fly my prick was present
night would be peopled by voluptuous glands
no more was needed to inflame my balls!
it's one of my best flower beds
the author describes his acquisitions
she turns over like a flapjack!
no more was needed to inflame my balls!
by God's balls- a pucelage!
jets of Berberian, noisesome as cream
a flood to crown my ecstasy
kiss my mouth a thousand times soiled
idea of betrayal set me aglow
hero can't sulk at a heroic d**h
stand up to kiss her and tell her this kiss is the last!
no more was needed to inflame my balls!
no more was needed to inflame my balls!